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[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=goldenrod]Dr. Jonathan Baynard[/color][/b][/h2]
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[/center][hr][color=goldenrod]Location:[/color]Port of Tortuga[hr][hr]

Jon closed his eyes as the first shot rung out, not opening them until the violent echoes faded from the air and silence resumed. Without realisation he had reached out to Millicent, taking her arm in his hand and holding it tight. With a calm steady breath Jon conveyed the scene and the dead. His face a wash of frustration and disappointment, just beneath the surface was a well of anger and disgust. His turned to Millicent as he made sure she was alright. Concern and relief visible in his steady eyes. 

Still without words Jon releases his grip of Millicent and silently walks across the docks to the slaves. The female captains words were but a background noise in his ears. His focus clearly on the deceased. Kneeling down beside one of the slaves Jon checks the mans vitals, closes his eyes and then makes the shape of the cross on his own chest as he says a farewell.

Picking up his knife Jon goes back to where Millicent was and attempts to take her hand.
 [color=goldenrod]"Come now miss, let's be rid of this place."[/color] he says softly as he pushes past the men who once blocked his way.